Bard returns, Andrea shows her strength

“So where should we do this?” If he was unnerved by Andrea's smile, Griff didn't show it.

“Well, there's a table over there,” Andrea replied, with a nod towards a recently unoccupied table that looked big enough to seat four and which Lara realized that she ought to clear of empty tankards and plates before any new customers turned up. As she looked over at the table, Lara also realized that almost everyone in the tavern were now focusing on Andrea and Griff.

While slowly Andrea and Griff walking over to the table, and Lara moving up ahead to clear it, quite a few of the other patrons were moving their chairs as if positioning themselves to get a clearer look at the table, and still others got up on their feet, either standing by the walls or heading over to the counters.

“What do you reckon?” One of the two grizzled old geezers sitting close by asked the other, the two of them still out of earshot of the approaching duo if they kept their voices down a little, but so close to Lara that she couldn't help but overhear their conversation, “Has he got a chance?”

“Maybe, he's got arms like tree trunks, I'll grant you that,” his mate replied, “But there's been plenty like that before, and few of those ever managed to win anyway.”

“So no wager then?” The first geezer sounded somewhat disappointed.

“Nah,” the second grinned, “And besides, you're drunk enough already!”

Once Lara had made it back to the counter after first offering Andrea an encouraging smile which she recognized with a nod, she quickly unloaded the tray and then turned around to see Andrea and Griff having seated themselves on opposite sides of the table. As she wondered whether or not this all meant that she was now in charge of the bar, Lara noticed that the twenty-two man strong party of strangers had pretty much all placed themselves on Griff's side of the table, but that the locals were instead behind Andrea.

Then, the front door opened, and Bard reappeared. Taking one glance at the scene at the far end of the room and how the rest of it was now almost completely abandoned, he broke out into a smile that grew bigger as his gaze shifted towards Lara in her new, far more revealing outfit.

“I see Andrea's got you tending bar,” Bard's smile remained as he joined Lara behind the counter, inadvertently reminding her of just how big and muscular he was by giving her a good look at him up close, “Thanks, and thanks for helping out earlier.”

“You're welcome,” Lara replied, and tried to fight the triumphant return into her head of those images of him stuffing her wet little pussy with his cock while she and Andrea made out, “I'm Lara, by the way.”

“And I'm Bard,” Bard's smile had gotten warmer and friendlier ever since he'd offered Lara his thanks, “Although I suspect the missus already introduced me while I was away.”

“Missus?” Before Lara had had a chance to ask Bard about that, the far end of the room erupted in an excited roar that made her turn her head to see Andrea and Griff arm-wrestling, with the match apparently being opened by Andrea lunging sideways to **** her opponent's hand halfway down towards the table.

“Yes, that's my wife over there,” Now, Bard's expression changed to one of pride as he watched Andrea try to win the match within the first ten seconds.

“Does this sort of thing happen often?” Lara asked, while Griff made a comeback, his scarred face twisted into a pained grimace as he **** his way back to the midway point, then groaned when he found himself under attack from Andrea again.

“It happened a lot more often when we first set up shop here,” Bard replied, as Andrea pushed Griff's hand downwards, her own grimace one of total determination, “But over the last year, she's sort of run out of challengers.”

“I can see why,” Now, as Lara spoke, Andrea's full lips curled into a thin smile as Griff **** his way back from the brink a second time.

“See all those out-of-towners that showed up while I dropped those drunks off at the bailiff's and how they've lined up on his side? Probably almost all of them had made a wager that he's going to win.”

“And the locals have all got money on Andrea,” While she made that conclusion, Lara couldn't quite suppress the image of her burying her face between the toned black beauty's tits while Bard kept pounding her cunt, and she could hear a soft moan flow past her lips right before Bard sniffed with his nose.

“Exactly.” Again, Andrea didn't give Griff a chance to regain his composure before she went on the offensive and **** his arm downwards again, her own biceps bulging and a streak of sweat coming rolling down lazily over the right one while Lara could hear her opponent groaning all the way over by the bar.

“How did you two end up here?” This time too, Lara got to watch Griff saving himself just as his hand was about to crash into the table and then fighting his way back up out of the hole, with Andrea content to let him tire himself out by having him work from a much more awkward angle.

“It was just time to settle down,” Bard explained, “Saving damsels in distress and chasing treasures is great fun, but after a while you can feel your luck starting to run out. And I'm from these parts, so after we got married...”

Recognizing what was likely to happen once their elbows got level against the table again, Griff **** his way leftwards once he'd gotten almost all the way, catching Andrea off guard and putting her on the defensive for the first time so far in their match. He got her down quite a bit too before his momentum ran out in the face of the mounting opposition from Andrea, and soon she was pushing him back again, inching him towards the table.

“Well you've certainly made this into a nice place,” Lara offered Bard a friendly smile, as Andrea came within an inch of winning before Griff stopped her with what looked like one final last-ditch effort.

“Thank you,” Bard was smiling too, partially due from pride as he kept his eyes on his wife, save for a brief moment where he looked straight at Lara, “We make sure to have good beer and good food, and that Andrea dresses like that doesn't hurt either.”

“No, it certainly doesn't...”

“Be careful, Lara, or Andrea will try to get you to stay on for a couple of weeks,” Now Bard's attention was definitely focused on Lara, but before she'd gotten to tell him how she felt about the prospect of spending a few weeks round him and his wife while no doubt trying out various other skimpy outfits, she was interrupted by the sound of Griff's fist thumping against the table. A fraction of a second later, the crowd on Andrea's side of the table erupted in a triumphant roar.

The match now over, Andrea shook hands with Griff, who at least give the impression of being a decent loser, and money was paid by those who'd backed the loser to those who'd bet on the winner. However, as soon as she spotted Bard and Lara standing together on the other side of the counter, Andrea disentangled herself from the crowd and headed over to them, with Lara becoming transfixed by how the fresh layer of sweat was making the busty, hard-bodied vixen's dark skin glisten.

“What are you two talking about?” Andrea asked, her face glowing from her big, excited smile, and leaned over the counter to exchange a quick kiss with her husband.

“You, of course,” Bard replied, as Lara did what pretty much everyone else who visited the tavern did by trying to imagine what Andrea would look like outside of her skimpy outfit.

“What about me?” It didn't look the trio would have long before they'd all be busy tending to their customers, but Andrea appeared adamant to make the most of it.

“Oh, simply that you're a sweet, gorgeous and all-round incredible woman,” Barely had Bard finished his reply before Andrea was kissing him again.

“Did Lara mention that I told her she can use the guest room tonight?” Andrea said, immediately after the second quick but loving kiss was finished, and while presenting everyone behind her with a truly excellent view of what her behind looked like in those tight, white shorts of hers.

“No, but we owe her that much at least,” Bard smiled again.

With a purred “Oh, definitely,” Andrea ended the conversation and picked up a nearby tray, and Lara did the same, the two of them soon taking new orders from their customers, both those who'd won money and those who'd lost it, and Griff getting a beer on the house for his troubles.
By the point that closing time came around and the last customers had stumbled out the door, Lara was exhausted, and Andrea and Bard didn't seem to energetic either, leaving the conversation between them all brief but friendly as they tidied up the place.

“And here it is,” Andrea said to Lara shortly thereafter, standing squeezed in next to her in the doorway to the guest room, “It's not a Kharaban hotel room or anything, but the bed's comfortable and we've had the window fixed so it won't let in too much cold air.”

“I like it,” Lara replied, trying not to notice Andrea's tits rubbing against her arm (or letting it get trapped between them) and surveying the small but well-kept room, “It's cosy.”

“It'll be even cosier with these,” Bard appeared behind them with a stack of bedclothes, prompting Andrea to pull Lara aside and let him pass into the room, which he filled quite a big part of.

“You know, honey, I never thought I'd see you do this back in the days when you were running around swinging a battleaxe over your head?” Andrea giggled at Bard starting to make the bed, and seemed to make sure to stay as close to Lara's side as possible, and Lara certainly making no attempt to increase the gap between them, the wet spot between her legs reappearing at the thought of the three of them sharing that bed.

“Well, sometimes you grow as a person,” Bard deadpanned without looking up, and Andrea giggled again.

“Well, Lara, goodnight, and thanks again,” Soon, Andrea and Bard were set to leave Lara to go to bed, and Andrea offered her one more smile.

“Yes, thanks for everything,” Bard backed her up as he stood behind her, showing that while she was an imposing figure in her own right, he still towered over her.

“I'm the one who should be thanking you,” Lara offered in return, and joined them in looking happy even as she tried to make it clear somehow that she didn't want them to leave.

“Nonsense,” Andrea insisted, while Bard reached in and wrapped his arms round her toned stomach, “And if there is anything, anything at all, our bedroom's just down the hall.”

“I'll definitely keep that in mind,” Lara nodded, and smiled nervously.

“Well, Lara old girl, how about those social skills?” Lara groaned to herself once she was all alone in the room, “If you had any, you might not be sleeping alone tonight.”

Of course, Lara knew that she was being unfair to herself and that trying to chat up a married couple was easier said than done, not to mention that she still had no real idea of where she'd ended up, but it was still a horny and frustrated explorer who stripped down to her thong. Hesitating for a moment, she'd soon pulled that down her legs too, and climbed into bed completely naked, slipping in underneath the covers and slipping one hand in between her legs to gauge just how soaking wet she'd ended up.

In an instant, Lara's mind was filled with images of Bard drilling her from behind while she had her face buried between Andrea's legs, eating her out while she moaned with lust and Bard's hard belly slapped against her ass again and again.

Soon, as Lara's fingers danced up and down over her juicing slit, the image changed to her and Andrea on their knees, showering Bard's hard rod with kisses as he stood over them, before her fingers slipped inside her snatch as the image changed to her getting onto her hands and knees as Bard dropped down behind her.

The scenario kept on playing itself out in Lara's head, her body writhing underneath the covers and her wrist starting to pump up and down as she now pictured herself with Andrea underneath her, the two of them eating each other out as that big, plump crown of Bard's cock – already wet with her spit and pussy juices – ended up pressing against her asshole.

Then, just as Lara's left hand slipped in between her legs to join her right and its thumb started circling her clit, she was pulled from her fantasy and back to reality by the short, sharp sound of someone crying out close by.